Page 57 of Hitman

“I do,” I say, my voice sounding clear and full.

“And do you, Will Taylor, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” There’s no hesitation in his voice. Will wants this as much as I do.

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Will pulls me into his arms and places a long, lingering kiss onto my lips. It’s perfection.

“You are my wife,” he murmurs.

“And you’re my husband. I love you so much.” Never have I meant anything so true.

“I love you.” The pure happiness in his voice makes me smile.

“Then let’s be happy together.”

He takes my hand in his and we walk down the aisle to the cheers of our guests. I know in this moment that I have found the freedom I’ve always been looking for.

I just found it in the most unlikely of places: with a hitman.

But nothing has ever been more perfect for me.

The End